Glittering Sunset

Glittering Sunset

A Poem by Constance-Outspoken
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For the Poetry and Lyrical Challenge group, title given, had to be about "sunset".

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Harried, winsome, he sat down at last, an
old man with red suspenders and wild hair
stark white, a maze of lines upon his face
on the old ironwork bench by the pond
gazing, breathless, upon the horizon's
reflection... the glittering sunset beckoning

Peaceful, though lonesome, he pondered
growing older, the grand becoming of man
freshly remade day by day until the end...
Feeling weary bones relax one last time
gazing a final breath upon that horizon;
a reflection, he took to his glittering sunset

© 2010 Constance-Outspoken


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A clever write. Great imagery set in wonderful wording.
I like it for its well thought out lines....'freshly remade day by day until the end'. That is just wonderful to read and when a writer takes the time to phrase something ordinary in an extraordinary way, I greatly appreciate it because it's like taking a little holiday while reading.
Thank you!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautifully written, it is like you captured everything

without leaving a blemish behind

Nicely nicely done

Posted 14 Years Ago


Your words create a beautiful vision. I roamed for three year the coastline of California. I had long talks with painters, Jewell makers and writers. They knew life was simple. Just be able to find peace and a place to relax and think. I like the feel of the poem. Ending was outstanding. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


your visual is so amazing. this is a wonderful touching piece... i enjoyed reading your work alot. stay hot

Posted 14 Years Ago


Awe I had to sigh after reading... this is really wonderful... though it is a bit sad it is more uplifting... to me I see the man who is content with his life and at peace with his soul knowing he did his best in life.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This poem is beautiful but sad. I can picture and old man sitting by the lake in a chair looking watching the sunset when he takes his final breath before moving on.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very beautiful and almost swirls to the last breath. The colours really add to it as well, in an inobtrusive way. I always find it so difficult to write as a man but it is a good challenge to write from the other sex's point of view. You met the challenge perfectly.

Posted 14 Years Ago


you took the canvas that was given you, and filled it to the edges...but, you're used to that...Ed

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Who wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KS



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